The morning after the night before

The house finally fell quiet at about 3am and remained so for four wonderful hours. This morning so far we've had the sound of 13 year old boys tidying up and trying out Son1's new hifi (are they still called that?). As I type, Highway to Hell is blasting out accompanied by someone on the electric guitar..it's quite loud.

I asked Son1 to take a picture of the living room for my blip (I'm far too scared to go in there yet) and this is it. They're all having a fry-up now, cooked by Mr DawnC, and then they will be off to Guildford on a shopping spree via South West Trains.

PS - I overheard an interesting exchange at around 2am:
Teenager 1: Is it a monkey?
Teenager 2: Might be a meercat?
Teenager 3: Or Noel Edmonds?

I must find out what they were watching on TV at that point.

PPS - Basil is still limping but has been joining in with the boys at every opportunity so is definitely OK in himself. He particularly enjoyed Shaun of the Dead, apparently.